From early days of infancy, through trembling years of youth
Long
I see a dark sail on the horizon
Set under a
Along the coast road, by the headland
The early lights of
Fallen on hard times, but it feels good to know
That
Shout if you will, but that just won't do
I, for
In the half tone light of a young morning
She sighs
Take you away for my magic ship
I have two hundred
Would you join a slow marching band
And take pleasure in
We travelers on the endless wastes in single orbits gliding
Cold-eyed
I sit by the cutting on the beacons field line
He's